A heart divided; Twice more than breath and dust gave life. To breathe and love pain, Both of one, and two minds.
A fickle ocean tide That rises and falls upon the moon, Leaving the waves of last thought To stir the murky surface. Like embers burn, beneath the ash The calm reflection of indecision, Caught perilously perched Between success and disaster.
The thought thought, and un-thought To hide the answer from the words. Repeated and changed over drifting time, The roving heart beneath my chest.
Will it stop? Or better yet, Would I let it?
Then take this from my foolish heart. Set the path before my feet And light the lamps along the way, To make a stand And keep a vow.